Boy was I nervous! I was setting in the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel in Detroit awaiting what I expected to be one of the most exciting and sexually rewarding moments of my life. A little background will be helpful at this point. I am a single thirty-year old All American male with all the normal hormonal instincts. For those of you in Palm Beach that mea...
This story stands alone pretty well, but it constitutes another part in a series. The series begins with a story called "Fire Pole," about these people and how they meet. The scene is upstairs in Nancy's apartment over her hair salon. Nancy braced a hand on Sean's chest, and with the other, guided him home into her pussy. The first sweet push inside set her...
The Lord and The Kitty The gas lights lit the stage in a warm yellow glow as she took her curtsey for the cheering audience. Spinning the pale blue silk parasol over her shoulder, she daintily picked up the matching blue silk skirts of her gown and left the stage, waving a gloved hand to the men who were clammering in the audience for more. Exchanging a br...
One of the first stories written by LAGirl about meeting SeattleBoy. Fiction or true-life? You be the judge :). Edited by SeattleBoy. Hope you enjoy our story, please leave us feedback - we love to hear what you think of our stories! * I guess I didn't really know what I was doing here. When I turn the corner, he's going to be right there, probably just as...
*James and Daniel belong to me. Have fun with them, please don't steal them. ____________________________________ I closed the door behind me, the alarm beeping softly in it's one-two time, and wiggled the handle to make sure it was locked. Narrowly avoiding a fresh wad of pink soft looking bubblegum, I bent and picked up the trash bag waiting for me in t...
The door bell was a shiny golden button that I couldn't bring myself to press. I wanted her bad; I wasn't the unfaithful type but we had been having mind sex for so frigging long that I was like a horse sweating and chomping over the bit. I had to have her despite the fact that she wasn't much to look at especially when compared to my willowy, Nicole Kidman...
I had moved to this city for college. I was alone and didn't care to make many friends. I'd always been like that, more of a loner than a socialite. One "friend" I was interested in making, though, was someone I met while at the local gun and ammo shop. Living alone in a big city, I bought a pistol for self-defense and I wanted to learn how to use it and t...
I loved Rachel for months before I met her in person. It began as a cautious, deliberate acceptance of intrigue and lust, and developed into admiration and appreciation of her as a person. This was my first love for her, and it was tempered with fear and mistrust on both of our parts. Later, as we knew each other better, shared more of ourselves and risked m...
I woke up on a couch, with flames dancing behind my closed eyelids. Rope burned my wrists. I tried to lift my fingers to my eyes, to brush strands of violet hair out of the way, but I found that the rope snaked through the belt loops on my jeans and held tight. I opened my eyes to a living room with a stone fireplace, and two wide windows on either side of...
Sunday Morning. I woke to strange noises. Raised voices, indistinct, mixed with the noise of out-board engines and then a louder throb of a ferry. I was in his bed in another house, the big house by the water. His right arm was across my body I found the hand and pulled it to my breast. I drifted a little, comfortable and warm. His body fitted mine in a lov...